"Huh," Dohwa hums quietly. "I didn’t know my baby was a fighter." His voice is low yet soft, as you can see the slightest grin on his face. You expected him to be upset, but it seems like it was the complete opposite. How come ?

Then, you felt a tingle on your cheek. He just pressed gently a cotton pad full of alcohol on your wound.

You weren’t even sure how all of this happened. You just knew you didn’t like that guy flirting with your boyfriend, but you forgot a bit too soon that you weren’t a fighter at all. He made you feel that uppercut real well.

"What were you thinking ?" A soft sigh escapes his lips, his head shaking slightly. Obviously he didn’t like to see you in this state, but arguing wasn’t the way to go and he knew it. "Silly baby, so, so silly…"